How beautiful this weather is. Last night I dreamed of the vast seas again. It always goes back to the time we sailed to Australia when I was a small child. This informed and formed such a huge aspect of my psyche. The dream was also a painting. I dream in paint, it seems. The colours were hyper-real. The sea was paint. A colour I love. The deepest brightest turquoise. In the dream, we were on a large boat, with other people, everyone was excited and we were hovering around a land, very far from our original homes. This is a recurring dream. It is always as though we are on the other side of the world. In anticipation we are viewing the lands, and there are islands and bays and inlets. On the land were growing giant pink hollyhocks. Bright, architectural, elegant.
This morning I awoke and thought about all the variations I have had of this dream, and it’s always such a beautiful experience. Arriving somewhere completely new on a boat. Dreaming, I am so close to the land and sea, like I am here too, on the cliff top where I live. The fact that I live close to the sea and above the sea is part of my own version of psychogeography. The Saxon Shore Way is a path I walk as often as possible. It is never static. The movement of the sea, the view out to the horizon, to movement and possibilities. The cargo boats moving through. The walkers moving through and across the landscape. Life passing through like a river.
I realised that the dream was visually similar to a painting I made a few years ago, although the flowers were lupins, not hollyhocks, the colours were the same.
Tea with my friend Susanne makes me happy so I asked her to take a photo of me. We were sitting in her sunny kitchen. She is always there, with her beauty and calm, and the kettle is always on. Susanne is a rare being. She laughs easily and we talk and it’s just easy and light. She is an artist and everything in her home is bejewelled, covered in sequins, patchwork, upholstery, embroidery and joy. Like me, she creates quite compulsively. It’s so necessary for us both, like food, or tea. I love my friends.
I painted this image after learning a little about Shinto. Shinto, also called kami-no-michi, is the ethnic religion of Japan that focuses on ritual practices to be carried out diligently, to establish a connection between present-day Japan and its ancient past.
The word Shinto (“way of the gods”) was adopted, originally as Jindō or Shindō, from the written Chinese Shendao (神道, pinyin: shén dào), combining two kanji: “shin” meaning “spirit” or kami; and “tō” meaning a philosophical path or study (from the Chinese word dào). The oldest recorded usage of the word Shindo is from the second half of the 6th century. Kami are defined in English as “spirits”, “essences” or “gods”, referring to the energy generating the phenomena. Since the Japanese language does not distinguish between singular and plural, kami refers to the divinity, or sacred essence, that manifests in multiple forms: rocks, trees, rivers, animals, places, and even people can be said to possess the nature of kami. Kami and people are not separate; they exist within the same world and share its interrelated complexity.
The Blue Room. Copyright Alice Mason 2017
I love the subject of rooms and interiors and especially those with open windows. For me, the French post Impressionists are the most inspiring, because of the play of light and colour, the detail of the rooms, the brushwork, seductive light, ‘la douceur’, the way the eye is led through the window to possibilities and the romanticism of the southern French light which was clearly intoxicating to the artists. Some of my favourites are: Edouard Vuillard, Henri Matisse, Raoul Dufy and Pierre Bonnard.
This painting hopes to portray the sultriness and langour of a hot afternoon. The sea breeze, the woman in the room holding flowers, receptive, in a reverie, window open, birdcage open, perhaps alluding to a former containment or constriction which has now been released into freedom, into the blue.
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An original painting on canvas. A painting about my childhood in Australia, the sound of the guitar my Dad played, growing up in the sixties and seventies, my love of colour, pattern, spirals, idealism.
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Although I did not call her by that name then, my love for Wild Woman began when I was a little child. I was an aesthete rather than an athlete, and my only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God.
The river always called to be visited after dark, the fields needed to be walked in, so they could make their rustle-talk. Fires need to be built in the forest at night, and stories needed to be told outside the hearing of grown-ups.
Dr Clarissa Pinkola Estes. From Women Who Run with the Wolves.
The Scarlet Halo. A painting on heavyweight paper. Measures 30 cm by 40 cm. 12 inches by 16 inches. In my Etsy shop.